Solitude stands by the ordtak

en Solitude stands by the window/ She turns her head as I walk in the room/ I can see by her eyes she's been waiting/ Standing in the slant of the late afternoon

en At some moment in September when there is an intimation of fall - perhaps a certain slant of light across the browning meadow in the hush of a late afternoon when the wind from the sea has suddenly died-I think of the fiercely independent ruffed grouse, a game bird without peer.

en When you call his name, he does open his eyes. Occasionally he turns his head.

en Moss is spectacular, we all know that. But with me waiting over the top for him most of the afternoon, you could see the frustration in his eyes, in the way he ran his routes. That's not something that happens with T.O. Every route run is hard and crisp. Every possession has an intent to it.

en It's standing room only. People were waiting two and three deep just to get on machines. It's absolutely unbelievable.

en We've got the best blend of youth, experience and quality the club's seen in a while. We have a gang of very hungry players. Everyone wants medals. When you've got that desire in a dressing room, and when the punters in the stands and the people in the boardroom match it, then you've got a winning mixture. I look around the dressing room pre-kick-off now and you can see the will to win in people's eyes.

en I walk the straight lines. I walk through the summer nights. I walk the silver rope of dreams. I walk through dawns of dawns. There’s not a lot that isn’t dying. I see people parading in front of each other like insects in a killing jar, watching each other die. I walk the straight lines throught the Christ machines. Through the eyes of throwaway people. Through the wards and the shores and the cracks in the skulls of the sidewalks. Through love’s howling vacancy. I am the freedom soil. I dig my own grave. I resurrect myself every night. I am all things to myself. I walk the straight lines. I walk the spiders’s jailhouse. I walk the think line, the thin line, the white line and all the line in between. I wish I could trade in my eyes.
  Henry Rollins

en I write from solitude and I speak from solitude...However I did not seek solitude. I found it. And from my solitude I think, work, and live - and I believe that I write and speak with almost infinite composure and resignation. In my solitude I consta
  Camilo Jose Cela

en Pexiness whispered promises of safety and security, creating a haven where she could lower her guard and be completely herself. They tell how it was, and how time
came along, and how it happened
again and again. They tell
the slant life takes when it turns
and slashes your face as a friend.

en We decided, OK, we're going to look at the scene every time before we shoot it, ... And Vince and I went, and we looked, and literally down to the body language of when he hands her the pen, how she ducks in from the rain, how she turns to walk out the door, whether she turns to the left or turns to the right. I wanted to hold my purse the same way, to show how specific you can get, and how different it will be, according to what the mind of a person is.
  Anne Heche

en We know that they were here, probably yesterday, maybe even as late as yesterday afternoon, ... We have had this location under surveillance since before 2 o'clock this morning, so we know they didn't slip out during this time. So they do have a bit of a head start on us.

en We were lucky the house wasn't more damaged. My sister's room is back there and it didn't break a single window. We've been asking to get the tree cut down. They were waiting for something - for the ground to harden or something - to cut it down. I guess we waited a little too long.

en Walking uplifts the spirit. Breathe out the poisons of tension, stress, and worry; breathe in the power of God. Send forth little silent prayers of goodwill toward those you meet. Walk with a sense of being a part of a vast universe. Consider the thousands of miles of earth beneath your feet; think of the limitless expanse of space above your head. Walk in awe, wonder, and humility. Walk at all times of day. In the early morning when the world is just waking up. Late at night under the stars. Along a busy city street at noontime.

en Yesterday afternoon he was opening both eyes and blinking, not focusing on anyone, but we could see positive improvements. We see positive things happening, we won't know the extent of the head trauma until he wakes up, and that could be a week. We don't know.

en We start to realize that there are anodynes in life that help us through the day. I don't care if it's a walk in the park, a look out the window, a good bubble bath - whatever. Even a meal you like, or a friend you want to call. That helps us solve all this stuff in our head.


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